Forget Me Not [Original]

Chapter 13- Feel

Jen

"Don't forget," Shawn says as he walks me to the front door of my house, "about after school tomorrow."

I nod my head in reassurance. We had stayed at the park for about two hours and just drove around for almost another hour so when we arrived at the threshold of the house it was already going to be five.

"I didn't forget," I say, playfully nudging his side. I smile at his smile before opening the door, the sweet aroma of tea escaping into the night breeze.

"Thank you for today by the way; I had fun."

"I had fun too." Shawn replied, shuffling on his feet.

An awkward silence filled the distance between us, me having a hand on the door knob and Shawn unmoving from his current position. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words and for some reason it made me want to laugh.

"I feel like I'm waiting for something that isn't going to happen." I say to break the silence.

His warm brown eyes gaze at me cryptically, curiosity at the surface.

Shawn suddenly moves forward, invading my personal space as he embraces me tightly, his head resting on top of mine. I stiffen on instinct but relax into his firm build, making myself comfortable despite my aching ribs . His warmth reaches my body despite having my barriers of clothing preventing it and it feels nice, more than nice. It feels comfortable and has the sense of being right.

I could also feel his heart beat, the quickening steady pulse drumming through his hard chest. He pulls away slightly, but I'm too overwhelmed with his strong presence to pay much attention. All I can do is feel. I can feel his heart, the expansion of his chest, and then his lips meeting my temple with such a gentle, feather weight pressure. I smile, savoring this moment.

"Jen, is that you?" A voice calls, interrupting what could be the perfect memoir, a piece of literature that would define this second in time in the most glorious way.

"I have to go." I say, breaking the contact. My skin feels cold without his warmth but it's all I can do as I close the door behind me.

I meet my father in the kitchen, but he's not alone. Two men wearing a police badge occupy the space at the breakfast bar and beside my dad. The one that stands has blond hair with darker brows along with stubble on his chin. He doesn't look in shape, but he doesn't look out of shape either. The one sitting is a brunet, and despite his partner having a normal form, he has a strong build with a clean shaven face.

"Hello, Jen. I'm detective Deva, and my partner Zeiner." The man sitting speaks. He is unquestioningly the one that has dominance over what goes on and what is said. I can't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Hi." I say, shuffling on my feet. I'm not sure whether to stand or sit somewhere so I just maintain my position.

"We have some questions for you, about your incident." Detective Deva continues. He moves to stand up, taking a note pad out of his back pocket along with a pen.

"But I can't remember anything." I reply, shaking my head. I'm confused what they would question me about. I have no use, I'm a piece of paper that an author wrote on but erased. The details are lost in me of what happened that night.

"We know that, so we are going to show you some images to see if we can trigger any memories, is that okay with both of you?" He first looks to my dad who nods and then to me.

I hesitate slightly, but nod anyway.

I'm sat on the couch, facing Detective Deva. His partner hands him a few cards which I assume are the images.

He flips them over one by one to show me.

The first one is an image of a school bus. I shake my head, nothing important coming to mind. The next is a picture of the park a few blocks away. Still nothing. This repeats over and over until I see a lightpost. I remember the color brown, but like a caramel brown. The type of brown that could be seen as almost orange in a sunset.

"I see the color of a caramel brown, but I don't know why." I say, looking from the card to the detective.

He glances at his partner. "A shirt maybe?"

"Maybe."

"That's not enough so let's finish the images and then we're done." Detective Deva says in a firm voice. It makes me shudder, but I nod my head once again.

The remaining images brought nothing back for me, they were all rejected in significance.

I sigh in relief as they soon head out of the door.

"Do you want some tea?" My dad asks, a cup steaming in his hands.

"Yes, please."

I make my way to the breakfast bar, sitting in the seat Detective Deva did not occupy.

"They'll be by later this week to test you again. And they're going to do nightly patrols around here." He says.

None of that makes me feel better though. I'm exhausted, the work of trying to remember has my head aching and I yearn for my bed as sleep beckons me.

I finish my tea, the honey mixed in with the liquid doing little to soothe my headache.

"I'm going to get ready for bed." I say to my father, putting my cup in contact with the cold metal of the sink.

"Goodnight." Is all he says before slouching off to his room as well.

I take the stairs two at a time, not going too fast so I can't slip. I then proceed to shut my door quietly, hoping to maybe sleep soundly tonight.

My thoughts are extinguished as I do my nightly routine, making my body feel and do everything on auto pilot.

When am I able to be the pilot?

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(A/N): I had to update today in honor of Shawn's graduation and his first tattoo which looks so good! I posted a pic as well for you guys in case y'all didn't see it. But yes, another update. It's kinda bad in my opinion and most of the chapters are unedited but whatever. I think I do better in writing if I don't plan ahead and if I don't edit too much so yeah. But holy Jesus! The reads are almost to 900! Wow! I cannot thank you guys enough. I hope you all are enjoying the story and thank you so much! You are truly the best. But until next time! xx.